Cyrus was alone in the living room.
How stupid I had been. How could I have been so remiss?
Now here I was, naked, exposed to the elements, the sound of the shower water making it impossible for me to hear anything outside of the thin curtain. Wrapping my arms around myself, teeth chattering in spite of the hot water, I knew I needed something. A weapon of some kind. All I saw were Cyrus' toys.
But he knew I was in here. I'd clattered the toys down into the tub. He would be able to hear the water. I was a sitting duck.
Maybe he was sitting on the closed toilet lid, eyes fixed on the curtain, awaiting my exit before he made his move. And he would be brutal. There was no doubt about it. He knew people. He could make it look like he was never there. I was a single mother surviving on penn
